Make Mark find the thing
I like this a lot
celebrities should be allowed to tweet ‘just wanna be left alone today, okay guys?’ and then they should be able to go out to the pools or shopping or just out for coffee and a movie with their friends/family without being swamped, but SOME days they should tweet ‘CATCH ME IF U CAN’ and its just like hey where the fuck is johnny depp or niall horan or brad pitt free autographs to those who find them. i think its a good idea obama sign it into law
His expression while saying ‘nickel’ is priceless, omg.
that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch:
so I have attempted to make a ‘birthday master post’ if that’s a thing (it probably isn’t) so I basically made it judging from my dash of tumblr’s most loved men, but sorry if I missed your man out…
12th July : ME
I’m glad Jim Beaver is on here :-)
the end is now
i think the weirdest thing about tumblr is how you can follow someone for a long time and learn their whole life story right down to their little quirks and in your head they’re almost like friends but to them you can be like just one notification on their dash every now and then and that’s it
“guess what”
“what”
“no you have to guess”
So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
this is beautiful
Ugh this is actually why i smoke. So beautiful
this poem is exactly how I feel